Chapter Seventy Seven

Justine and Peter both shut off their engines, and everything was quiet. We waited a moment to see if something came racing at us from the neighborhood, but Justine gets out of the vehicle and we all decided to follow.

"Be cautious. There might be rottens in the surroundings yet. It may just take them a moment to get here. If they're around, I'm sure they've heard these motors, so no one goes anyplace alone."

"We know how this goes," Peter remarked, his eyes rolling. "Who wants to look around the house?"

"I'll come," Peter said. "Why don't you come with me, Clementia?"

I removed my firearm from its scabbard on my thigh, and I couldn't help but feel like a gangsta as I did so. Even though I'm little more than a genuine action flick, it's still wonderful to believe that I resembled the badass protagonists I saw in movies as a kid. Following Peter, I deactivated the safety and pointed the tip down.

I carried a flashlight in one palm and my pistol in the other, and while inside the home, w